The fact she had dressed down for the occasion was a sign that she really did feel comfortable around him - she didn’t feel the need to glitz it up, to spend hours doing hair and copious amounts of makeup, or finding a man-killing dress to wear. Rattle made her feel like herself, something that she hadn’t experienced with anyone in a long time. In truth, she was a fairly private woman and could come across as uptight, but with Rattle, she was 100% relaxed.
She grinned at him, biting her lip and blushing as the parrot piped up. Lore moved to stand behind the driver’s seat, manicured hands resting against the top of the chair, hmming for a moment, putting the accent back on to respond to him: “Whatever the gentlemen is offerin’,” a laugh escaped her lips and she placed a hand against his shoulder, squeezing softly. “Its not bad - it certainly isn’t Toronto or Vancouver, but I do like it here. How have you been, Rattle?”
The word ‘gentleman’ broke Rattle’s composure momentarily and he shot her an alarmed expression in the mirror he used to keep an eye on the interior from where he sat. “Gentleman?!” Barking out a laugh which he tried (and failed) to stifle. “If y'think you’re riding with a gentleman then y'r on the wrong bus.” Because while there were numerous kind words you could use to describe Rattle, gentleman was not among them. Not unless you squinted really hard.
“Ah, she grows on you. Bit like Toronto did on me.” But then it wasn’t really the city in that circumstance, more like the people in it. Well…person. “She’s loud, she’d dirty, she’s big. New York’s everythin’ a city should be and yet also a warning of how they can end up. But eh, it’s home.” Finding a clear path, Rattle pointed his RV in the direction of wider roads and more forgiving traffic. “I’ve been…” he hesitated for a moment, frowning as he checked his navigation cameras on the HUD. “Busy, I think is a good word for it.” Though 'lonely’ would also fit.